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Thursday, September 24, 2020

Living in coronaviruswolrd 173: Hope and hot water

 


9/23




Bears on Columbus



“Boil the frog”


Joel tells us that’s the song he’s working on. Referring of course to the old story about how if you turn up the heat a degree at time, the frog won’t jump out of the water until it’s too late. And it feels like that’s where we’re headed.


We're talking today about James Cone and Cornell West. We remember the many Wednesdays we met at Tom’s restaurant and James Cone would be in the back booth waiting for Cornell West and Dr. West would stop on the way back to talk with us awhile. For both of them, blackness is a concept bigger than skin color. Dr. West talks for example about “..brown and white sisters and brothers discovering their inner blackness.”  I remember teaching Dr. Cone’s Black Theology to my theology students in Newark and how hard it was for many white and even some Black students to come to terms with a “Black Jesus.”


Dr. Cone was one of the first to challenge the idea there was anything like a pure  theology. What we were taught was a theology that was always a culture informed Western European white theology. I worked hard to teach  students that all theology is contextual and that they need to be able to identify and understand their own culture (in the broadest sense)  and context to be able to create their own theology. We see theology through our lens of American individualism. The Old Testament prophets, on the other hand, critiqued the religion of  seeing God only within their own group. In scripture, there is alway a tension between the individual and the group.


Joel grew up with what he referred to as “trickle down theology,” that is if you save individual souls,   they’ll do the right thing and all society will benefit.  A spiritual version of Reaganomics. Steve P reminds us of Jesus’ blood trickling down. And then reminds us of Erich Fromm’s concept of social narcissism where the self disappears into the mob which it sees as its greater self. For Dr. Cone, blackness is a mentality. A way of living in an oppressive society. And the essence of Black theology is to  allow the brokenness of the body of the Black Jesus to be our inspiration.  Brokenness can be the pathway to healing for both individual and society.


(As to what is seen, Archbishop Tutu reportedly said “if you were arrested for being a Christian, would  there be enough evidence to convict you?”)


There seems to be a sense that self-hatred plays a role in the attraction of the mob, or authoritarian leaders. How will we behave under dictatorship? Clyde recalls Vaclav Havel in Czechoslovakia and theatre. I think of the role of the church in East Germany during the DDR days. 


(How do you sing the Lord’s song in a strange land? Rehearse.)


Joel likes the wheat and tares parable.That we are all both. And that relationship means valuing the relationship over being right. 


Steve P reminds us that the two great commandments go together. Love your neighbor as your self. And that only those who  love themselves can truly love their neighbor. People who love themselves don’t join mobs or follow dictators. We speak of Martha and Mary and Jesus saying that Mary had chosen the better part when Martha complained. Steve P argues that Martha should have come to sit and  study as a student as well. I agree, but Jesus should have said, Let's all do the dishes so Martha can join us.  (All tautologies are useless. By definition, he says.) Then repeats that we need hope, and that if hope has an object, it is not absolute.  He sees the story of the father and son in Cormac McCarthy’s post-apocalyoyic speculative fiction novel The Road as dramatic example of the kind of  hope he is talking about.


As the water gets ever hotter, our weekly conversations nurture the hope within us. 


open fridge


As  I walk the Upper West Side, I see another Open Fridge for free food. 


Joel and Carrie’s weekly Wednesday night Gluey Zoomy Show in its own whimsical way brings its own rays of hope as it reminds us that we are the glue that keeps each other together through these times.





Tuesday, September 1, 2015

How far is what people see from who we really are?

8/30



A little after church fellowship


It is a struggle getting to church. Trying to avoid at all costs a cough or sneeze either of which result in serious pain. Very happy to see the smiling face of Dion walking down the street to help me out. I won’t be alone. Walk up Amsterdam to go into Barney Greengrass and pick up an iced coffee. The steps are a mess. One of the sisters is there with all their worldlies.  And there’s a sleeping figure in a wheel chair. After I look closer, I know it can’t be Sean because he has one leg while Sean has none. Forgive me for saying this, but my first feeling is,the way I feel right now,  I’m leaving this for the Koreans to deal with.

Soon enough Leila and Pat K have arrived as well . And John R has arrived for one more Sunday of music. So we will have church. Back in the Sanctuary for the first time since Antigona.

I discover hitting high notes hurts as well. The congregation will need to take charge of its own singing.

Much on my mind today.

It’s the 60th anniversary of the death of Emmet Till…lynched at age 14. And it is the 10th anniversary of Katrina.

So what’s at stake today in our scriptures? Jesus is in conflict with the Pharisees again. Much to do about hand washing. We know all about hand washing. Sanitizers are everywhere. We carry mini-sanitizers in our purses and pockets. We worry about germs. Think about even one subway pole on a hot summer day…I remember Good Shepherd Faith’s Maundy Thursday hand washing  ritual in place of foot washing.  So much more in tune with our present urban reality. Some of us won’t shake hands. Prefer fist bumps. Some churches have stopped praticing intinction. (The way we do communion…)We take our shoes off at peoples’ doors. But sanitation is not what is being discussed here. It’s ritual purity. Holiness.

We don’t talk much or think much about that. But what are our holiness codes? The unwritten rules of NYC liberal upper west side culture? Our equivalent of handwashing? What boxes do we check off?  Political correctness? Do we carry righteous bags to Whole Foods?

More importantly, how do we define unclean? As the Presbyterian Outlook asked this week, more than who hasn’t washed their hands, the question is  who would we not want to bold our hands? Or our children’s? And what do we do with that information?

Jesus, in language more graphic than our NRSV, says that it’s what comes out from us that matters more than what comes into us and that it is the content of our heart that determines that.

James has his word to say as well.

We should be….quick to listen, slow to speak, slow to anger …(and we might add slow to hit the send/post/tweet button… email and social media, the devil’s tool….)

We are to be doers….not just hearers… of the WORD. how to say that and not sound obvious or didactic? Again he gets specific…. to care for orphans and widows in their distress, and to keep oneself unstained by the world….

Who are our widows and orphans? What does it really mean to care for them?  And how do we remain unstained by the world?

James compares us to those who look in a mirror and then forget what they see…although I’m not so sure that’s us…I feel for many of us, we look in the mirror and struggle…and wonder how we measure up…I don’t detect much selfrightouesness when I look out here at our gathered community…

But it does get to the question  I posed earlier in the week…what do others see when they see us? If Christian or righteous or holy were defined by what others see in us, what would that definition be? And I believe that the honest answer would be something mixed, good and bad…ultimately human…

So how far is what people see from who we really are? And as we sit here today, are there 3 things you could do to narrow the gap? I think one of the greatest compliments paid is when someone says he/she is who the appear to be…authentic.

(Later my friend Pastor Steve will call me out on that one..Donald Trump is authentic, he will say, but is that enough? Where do values, community values, fit in? What good is it if you’re authentic….and a jerk?...And I will respond by recalling how when my son Nate went to Seattle U, a Jesuit school, they said to us parents that their goal was not that their students be  Catholics or even Christian but that they be authentic…in the context of a community committed to building a more just, humane and sustainable world.. and Steve nodded, we agreed…authentic is not enough…)

Doers of the word…another anniversary…50 years ago, Martin Luther King, Jr. visited the southern Presbyterian conference center Montreat…his visit made some traditional southern Presbyterians nervous, if not outright offended. I’m pleased that this week over 1000 people gathered at Montreat to talk about “the unfinished agenda”….and I enjoyed the steady stream of tweets I received …and the wrestling going on…certainly to be righteous today requires us to seriously wrestle with the unfinished agenda, the racial divide in our country…

And last Wednesday there was an eclectic gathering in my neighborhood… at First Corinthian Baptist Church… speakers included Christian Cornell West and communist Carl Dix, ….parents of children who have died by police violence and activists and Baptists …all trying to make a plan to raise a voice that cannot be ignored..and our own Presbyterian friend Stephen who ‘s with us this morning boldly declared that God is angriest when we’re told to wake up and we roll over….(well, that was my version..pretty close, Steve?)

I actually find myself thinking of Michael Jackson…yes, really, do you remember this?
I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you want to make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself, and then make a change




Amen….

And when I ask John to play something for our offertory, John immediately responds with, of course, the man jn the mirror…

Later, as we lift up our prayers, my son Dan asks for prayers for his high school friend Kyle Jean-Baptiste.  The first African-American and youngest actor to star as the lead Jean Vajean in les Miz on Broadway, in rehearsals for the Color Purple, dead at 21. Fell off the fires escape athios mother’s in Brooklyn. (http://www.nytimes.com/2015/09/01/theater/mourning-kyle-jean-baptiste-les-miserables-actor-who-plunged-to-his-death.html)

There was a cool young couple fresh from California. Set to move to Grteenpoint. I share my experiences of Greenpoint with them, the confluence of old Polish and young and hip, Café Edna and my singer-songwriter-dancer friend, truly one of a kind, Liana.

Session meets to discuss a proposal for rental of our sanctuary on Sunday mornings. Are we ready to make that move? Jamie has visions of how sacred the chapel could be. If it were reserved for sacred use only.  And there will be budget issues to face,  not only practical but philosophical. Missional, to use a term I generally don’t like.

The meeting ends as the pain begins to set in once more. I’ve made it through.

and one with Dion....









EPISTLE JAMES 1:17-27
17Every generous act of giving, with every perfect gift, is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change. 18In fulfillment of his own purpose he gave us birth by the word of truth, so that we would become a kind of first fruits of his creatures.


19You must understand this, my beloved: let everyone be quick to listen, slow to speak, slow to anger; 20for your anger does not produce God's righteousness. 21Therefore rid yourselves of all sordidness and rank growth of wickedness, and welcome with meekness the implanted word that has the power to save your souls.
22But be doers of the word, and not merely hearers who deceive themselves. 23For if any are hearers of the word and not doers, they are like those who look at themselves in a mirror; 24for they look at themselves and, on going away, immediately forget what they were like. 25But those who look into the perfect law, the law of liberty, and persevere, being not hearers who forget but doers who act-they will be blessed in their doing.
26If any think they are religious, and do not bridle their tongues but deceive their hearts, their religion is worthless. 27Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this: to care for orphans and widows in their distress, and to keep oneself unstained by the world.
GOSPEL MARK 7:1-8, 14-15, 21-23
1Now when the Pharisees and some of the scribes who had come from Jerusalem gathered around him,2they noticed that some of his disciples were eating with defiled hands, that is, without washing them. 3(For the Pharisees, and all the Jews, do not eat unless they thoroughly wash their hands, thus observing the tradition of the elders; 4and they do not eat anything from the market unless they wash it; and there are also many other traditions that they observe, the washing of cups, pots, and bronze kettles.) 5So the Pharisees and the scribes asked him, "Why do your disciples not live according to the tradition of the elders, but eat with defiled hands?"6He said to them, "Isaiah prophesied rightly about you hypocrites, as it is written, 'This people honors me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me; 7in vain do they worship me, teaching human precepts as doctrines.'8You abandon the commandment of God and hold to human tradition."
14Then he called the crowd again and said to them, "Listen to me, all of you, and understand: 15there is nothing outside a person that by going in can defile, but the things that come out are what defile."
21"For it is from within, from the human heart, that evil intentions come: fornication, theft, murder,22adultery, avarice, wickedness, deceit, licentiousness, envy, slander, pride, folly. 23All these evil things come from within, and they defile a person."




Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Deborah: a reflection on redemptive violence

11/16

I’m surprised to find a young man inside a refrigerator box asleep on the steps. That hasn’t happened in awhile. And behind him I see crutches. Sorry, but you’re going to have to leave…services coming up…
Uh, it’ll take a few minutes, OK?
Uh, yeah, sure. I ask Stephen S to see if he needs help getting it together.

Jeremy’s first Sunday back. He’s warming up and getting ready. Russ is first to arrive after our adventures yesterday passing out fliers for West-Park at the Avakian-West dialogue.




Our first hymn is Joyful, Joyful We Adore Thee, aka Beethoven’s Ode to Joy, to which Jeremy adds a little Eric Burdon and the Animals We Gotta Get Out of this Place. (….It actually does work, though we sing it straight…and a nod to Eddie and the Otters for that idea, though that’s another story…https://www.facebook.com/eddieandtheotters)

Jeremy has worked out a sung response to our Psalm 123: To you O Lord we lift our eyes.

Our reflection scripture is Judges 4: 1-7. Just a teaser on the story of Deborah. One of those places where the lectionary cops out. So I have us do a readers’ theatre of the rest of the story.

I was originally going to stick with Matthew, but when I heard about their discussion last week about the difference in perspective between men and women, I knew I had to use a rare story that was driven by a woman’s agency.

This was the time of the Judges. The confederation of tribes had leaders who were both adjudicators and military leaders. She wants to take on (and take out) Jabin, King of the Canaanites. (Who were indigenous to the land, by the way…) Her commander Barak is hesitant to go without Deborah, so she agrees to go, only she warns Barak that Sisera, Jabin’s general, will fall to a woman.

Sisera’s army is routed. He flees to the tent of Jael, whose people are allied with Sisera. After calming him and giving him milk to relax, when he falls asleep, she drives a tent peg through his head. And when Barak arrives, she shows him what she did.

This is clearly an FX/HBO style story. Mature audiences…Language, violence, sexual situations…shifting alliances like the houses in Game of Thrones, or the gangs in Sons of Anarchy. As Marsha reminds us in community organizing, there are no permanent friends, no permanent enemies…

Russ  raises the issue that what we’re dealing with here is the myth of redemptive violence, biblically based. Our American culture is saturated with it. (See above). Even in the dialogue between Avakian and West, neither spoke definitively on the violence issue. And the tu quoque argument about the violence of the empire gets us nowhere.  

Marsha likes that Jael’s action is direct and to the point. John R says, That’s reality…God is not the kindly grandfather, God is just God, the Bible is what it is.
And for Jeremy, that’s why he chooses not to rely on the Bible. And Russ speaks to how these stories become the mythic narrative that supports what is.

There are a number of points to make.
1.   We all have a hermeneutic, an interpretive key by which we interpret everything else. What Cornell West said yesterday for him, IE, God is love,that goes for me too. Anything doesn’t make sense through that lens has to be witnessed against. As former Riverside pastor Brad Braxton once said, sometimes we are called on to preach against the text. We are called to witness against, create an alternative to a culture of redemptive violence.
2.   The time of judges was a time pre-monarchy. In a time of covenant based confederacy, the emergence of a woman’s leadership is much easier than in a hierarchical monarchy.
3.   Which is why historically, women’s leadership would emerge in horizontally based church structures while vertical hierarchies have been more resistant to change.
4.   We need to be about the work of creating communities of covenant relationship, committed to love that is effective, not sentimental and resist the culture of redemptive violence. Our own embodiments of the beloved community to which we are called.

Our final song of the day is Soon and very Soon…While we are singing, Pastor Kadisha has entered the sanctuary with his daughter. He joins us for our final circle of blessing, with little Xavier joyfully singing Amen.

Jeremy rocks out with one more Beethoven/Burdon riff…

Pastor Kadisha will have his first service here this afternoon.

The Revcoms are upstairs celebrating yesterday's turn out, over 1500 at Riverside Church.




Thursday, November 6, 2014

Reflections on Marissa's memorial

11/3

Russ and I go to lunch to talk about the upcoming dialogue  between Bob Avakian and Cornell West at Riverside Church. The dialogue between revolutionary Christianity and Revolutionary Communism. ( An effort to establish BA as a public intellectual. The dialogue with Cornell West giving a sense of public legitimacy ) Seems like a perfect time to invite those who are interested in this dialogue to come to West-Park to work on creating a community inspired by that dialogue. A place to explore radical spirituality, radical discipleship. I’m going to work of putting this into words. Making the invitation.

Karen is playing her music. And has a contractor friend who wants to look into the pigeon tower clean up project.

The Revolutionary Communists are busy as worker bees using Mc Alpin as their command central as they work on getting the word out about the dialogue. A real dedicated and highly organized cadre.

Tom Bo is in and we’re working on the music for the November 23rd Sunday concert and service. He’s got a new poem inspired by the Matthew 25 theme that comes on Christ the King/Reign of Christ Sunday. By the same young poet who wrote the Prophecy from the Refrigerator Box poem. And the music is emerging.

Finally get to talk with Jeremy and the Seed group about their experience with Marissa’s memorial service. How they had been called and asked to help organize something. Their presence as a community in a  spiritual setting inspired the call. Jeremy’s theatre experience in theatre gave him confidence in organizing a liturgy. And the Grotowski experience helped see the deeper connections. And the group saw an opportunity to serve. Their own unique practice gave them the opportunity for others to actually participate through movement and song in the memorial. To be physically and spiritually engaged. I explained that this was liturgy. Mario had said that these songs have a purpose. And the group had discovered their purpose.

Two members were part of religious communities, one Episcopalian, the other Unitarian. I talked about the liturgical significance of the popcorn and prosecco eucharist and their breaking of bread following the service, which was a service to the gathered community. And the offerings of music and word that so many brought.  And my interest in nurturing  new communities of spiritual practice. And how they are becoming one.

One woman said that she was surprised that a church would open itself up for this kind of event by a group not members of the church. And at no charge. And that when I said, that’s why we are here, all of a sudden she realized, I am affiliated here. I am part of this. This is my (spiritual) home. Heads nodded in agreement. And I spoke of my desire to create a community of communities. And that nearly 1200 people from around the world had read about Marissa’s memorial.

The conversation will continue.